Later that night, Dad stopped the car out in the middle of the desert, and we slept under the stars. We had no pillows, but Dad said that was part of his plan. He was teaching us to have good posture. The Indians didn’t use pillows, either, he explained, and look how straight they stood. We did have our scratchy army-surplus blankets, so we spread them out and lay there, looking up at the field of stars. I told Lori how lucky we were to be sleeping out under the sky like Indians. "We could live like this forever,“ I said. "I think we’re going to,” she said.
She was always like an electric bomb that was fearlessly exploding… That is still a huge part of her magic, but she’s learned to control her craft so much more. Of course, everybody changes, but she is not up in the clouds… It’s why she comes across so great on-screen, because when she’s listening to other actors, it’s a reflection of how she listens in real life.
Destin Cretton on Brie Larson for Vanity Fair, May 2017
You see me as one of your roses, dripping with blood, wilting in your beautiful hands. You plucked me from the endless field of extraordinary women because I am ordinary and insecure and an easy target, and I will forever despise you for your cruelty. I wonder how many other flowers are choking in vases, wishing they had fought to stay in fields of grass instead of being imprisoned in glass castles, envied but unloved.